Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

You can never achieve greatness until you can leave bitterness behind.

I think I jump around more when I'm alone.

It's obvious we can't all be a Gully Foyle, but most of us energize at such a low level, so far short of our real capabilities, we could all be more, do more.

Art is not some sort of guideline for understanding. It's a thing unto itself.

The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.

If you are sad and depressed, that means you're not believing God.

I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?

We are always pregnant with a truer version of ourselves.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

There are far too many people out there who take themselves too seriously.